Three of Summer

This tree wears her heart on her face, showing you plainly that it’s broken. Scarred. Torn and burned.

Stabbed, by the new growth that’s trying to succeed despite the damage to the tree.
Much of this new growth will die off. Some may survive, but that takes a rare shoot. Nature is a harsh mother, and this tree is like a saddened child. A child told to shut up and get on with it. You have new shoots. Use them!